Although the assassin from last night is dead, there is still one day before he goes to the contact point to report again.

As long as the liaison officer does not discover his death, Chuanliu and Zhuimei are safe today.

The two walked out of the room and looked down from the second-floor railing. They saw that several tables downstairs were already occupied by people, who were probably guests who had stayed at the hotel the night before.

These people can be divided into three groups.

The largest group was a small team sitting at the front, consisting of nine people, which should be a small underworld gang.

The leader was a burly man with a bear-like physique. He wore a yellowish-white vest that stretched taut across his muscular and fleshy chest, as if it might burst at any moment. His arms were exceptionally muscular, with clearly defined lines, and both arms were covered in wild tattoos.

His face was broad and rough, and he sat casually straddling the stool, one shoe off, draped loosely over the other leg, which was constantly shaking.

His dark toes trembled with the movement of his legs; his fingers were also restless, first picking his nose, then reaching for his equally unclean toes.

The man's henchmen sat lazily beside him, occasionally tapping the rim of their bowls with their chopsticks and impatiently shouting, "Is the food ready yet?! I'm starving!"

Compared to this gangster group, the other two groups were much quieter and more civilized.

Sitting to the left rear of the gang are a man and a woman, who are probably a couple.

When the wife saw these unruly gangsters, she couldn't help but frown slightly, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. But she dared not show it, and could only complain to her husband with her eyes.

The latter had no choice but to helplessly put his arm around her shoulder and whisper words of comfort.

Sitting to the right rear of the gang was a young man who looked to be under thirty. He kept his head down the whole time, silently fiddling with the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

The stainless steel bowl in his hands was like a malfunctioning top; it stopped with a clanging sound after only a few spins. The young man then continued to tilt the bowl and spin it.

The appearance of Chuanliu and Zhuiming instantly attracted the attention of all the guests present.

They all looked up at the man and woman who were completely covered up. The gangsters whistled excitedly the moment they saw the woman.

Chuanliu immediately took Zhuiming's arm, nestling against him like a little bird, as if she were timid or shy.

Zhuiming also reached out and hugged her.

The henchmen then fell silent, clearly bored.

The two, deeply in love, walked downstairs and sat at the table behind the couple.

The couple turned around first, and the woman smiled kindly and asked, "Are you two a couple too?"

Chuanliu shook her head, gazing tenderly at the man beside her. Even through the mask, the love in the girl's eyes was evident. "We haven't reached that stage yet. He and I... are a couple."

As he spoke, Chuanliu opened his palm and offered it to Zhuiming. The latter was taken aback at first, then placed his hand in the girl's hand.

Their fingers were intertwined.

The wife at the table in front of me looked at me with an "I understand" expression, her eyes full of smiles, and said, "You young people are so sweet, unlike my husband..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the man beside her and rolled her eyes coquettishly.

The man next to her immediately understood and put his arm around her as well, saying to Chuanliu and Zhuiming, "I'm so sorry, did we disturb you?"

Chuanliu smiled but didn't say anything.

The woman put her arm around her husband and introduced herself: "I'm a very outgoing person, you can just call me Sister Hua; this is my husband, he's a blockhead, everyone calls him Blockhead."

Chuanliu glanced at Zhuiming and said, "My name is Xiaoni, and this is my boyfriend, Aqiang. My boyfriend isn't very talkative either."

Sister Hua happily took Chuanliu's hand and said earnestly, "Little Ni, listen to me, this kind of man may be really boring, but he is also really reliable. That's the rarest quality on Paradise Island, so you must make sure you hold on to him!"

Chuanliu responded with a slight smile.

After chatting for a while, Sister Hua seemed unable to hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Ni, Sister Hua is asking you, why are you both wearing masks? Are you afraid of some enemy?"

The girl scratched her head a little embarrassedly and replied, "Neither of us is very good-looking, so covering us up like this will give us a bit of mystery."

"Young man, be more confident. Do you still have to worry about your image on Paradise Island?" Sister Hua comforted them, but she didn't ask them to take off their masks.

Just then, the innkeeper came over carrying a tray.

On the plate were three bowls of steaming hot noodle soup, which felt especially warm on such a rainy day.

"Thank you for waiting, esteemed guests. Please excuse the delay."

The owner, while tending to the bowls of noodles and the customers, took small, careful steps as he passed through the middle of the small gang.

He first went to the couple's table, placed two bowls of plain noodles steadily on the table, and said with a smile, "Here are your two bowls of plain noodles. Please enjoy."

Then, he turned to the young man next to him, placed the remaining bowl of noodles in front of him, and said, "This is yours, please enjoy."

However, the unequal distribution of the three bowls of noodles immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the gang members.

The burly man at the head of the group suddenly stood up, slamming one foot heavily on the chair with a loud thud. He rested his thick elbow on his knee, a disdainful expression on his face.

He glared at the shop owner and said rudely, "We've been waiting here for ages, and you're telling us we haven't even had one of the three bowls of noodles? What do you mean by that?"

The innkeeper quickly smiled apologetically, "Sir, I really didn't mean that. It's raining heavily, and our inn's cook can't come. We're really short-staffed. These three ordered from me first, so we should follow the proper order, shouldn't we?"

Before the burly man could answer, his henchmen protested, "It's just a bowl of noodles! We'll give you extra money! Do you know who our boss is? How dare you mess with us!"

The other henchmen chimed in, "That's right! You don't want to live anymore!"

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his brow and bowed respectfully, asking, "I'm afraid I'm mistaken; may I ask which hero this is?"

The gang member proudly declared, "Our boss is 'Two of Spades'! Known as Brother Tiger Two! You dare say you haven't heard of him?"

The boss quickly said, "So it's Brother Erhu, I've heard so much about you. Brother Erhu, you're a big shot, I wonder if you could do me a favor and wait a few more minutes? I'll waive the room fee for the next two days."

Erhu snorted coldly, banged on the table, and said, "Do you think I'm short of your room fee? I'm eating this bowl of noodles right now!"